I'm cleaning my house
this house i live is a house
filled with loss and pain
love and passion unrequited
in this house it feels empty
but in this house lives a heart
one the beats with hope
even with the dust and cobwebs
and the darkness will not deter
this heart from a longing of passion
its owner so despearately seeks
this hearts' has fallen and been tossed around
and abused.
stills the beats are loud and clear
as I clean my house my sad eyes
trys so hardnot look over at it
I put it in a corner for safe keeping
it makes me cry to hear it
because no one else can hear it
i've put it out a few times and no
one would listen.
they were too busy to care or didn't have one
some have taken it only to use for a moment
to make me do things they wanted and when they were done
left a mess behind. till the house became to cluttered
with memories hurt tears and unresolved feelings
the mess is overwhelming.
everytime i throw them away, some of the clutter find their
way back in so i try to keep it for awhile to give it a chance
to find the reason to keep but it's not worth it
i stop to dust the mirror only to see the empty sad eyes
the hollow body and a old pale face staring back
the words that fill my house beautiful sexy hot, pretty as they sound are
are all fabricated plastic and cardboard not real and genuine
just words to use to get what giver wanted and when done is
all thats left behind.
Its a new season a new year it's time to clean my house
to bring a order to put my needs first to only get what I want
I've taken the garbage out one last time, emptied the buckets of
tears poured them down the drain, cleared the dust and cobwebs
from that ever giving beating heart put it where it really belongs
inside me.
As I pass the mirror one more time
I don't see a pale old woman
I see me.
I see jewels that sparkle in the light
beautiful gems of emeralds,sappires,diamonds and pearls
and one huge heart shaped ruby that brings a warm glow
to a house that is clean
